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Big Syke - Highdollaz lyrics
Verse 1: I'm high till I die, Drunk till I'm gone Everybody wanna talk but leave me alone Homies sayz about the feds, little brothers dead And all I see is murder and trouble always ahead So I'm trapped in pain, cause momma won't stop cryin' Got nothin' to gain in the game forever tryin' Will I lose so I choose to be a killa So when you mention Syke they say, fuck that nigga But I don't give a fuck I'm drivin' buckets, stackin' duckets, tryna get my mail, Constantly warned about death in jail So I'm high why even try, glocks to the sky It's either me or the enemy somebody gonna die But nobody cares the world is so ungrateful, It ain't fair my woman dropped me after being faithful I can't take it I smoke a pack a day It's like I'm goin' cracked away, What you say... Chorus: Time's revolvin' can you see the change? Never solvin' things will always stay the same, Time's revolvin' can you feel the pain? Never solvin' things will always stay the same Verse 2: Dear mister president I represent the ghetto Tell ya wife hello, I'll be brief wid this kinda grief Niggas is locked up set blocked up penetentiary lies Mo' niggas in jail than baptised, For centuries my loyalty family pockets stay lackin' Homie's stretch is overcrowded and you still taxin' Homies dyin' now who got the clout, not me, You get more time for 5 grammes and a half a ki Blacks poppin' rocks, whites on the powder grind You wanna test mine, rather die than let you see me cry So I'm lost what's the cost for a crime boss It depends on the color of the sauce Democrats Republicans stumblin' to the concrete Cause they covered by white sheets, Can't compete wid you scandalous politicians So every fuckin' night, I'm on a mission Highdolla gangbangin' Chorus Verse 3: Still caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips, I'm surrounded by blood and crips, will I trip? I need money disjunction, so I'm wild can't function Ain't that something for nothing? Who the fuck do I look like? To go from Lil Syke to Big Syke overnight Bangin' tights in '79 rollin' perimeters From January to December, can you remember? Big homies puttin' in work, 6-4s in the dirt Going body wid your Gs till ya knuckles hurt In the land of the lost where it cost to bang So I made it off the street fame fuck the rap game It's a shame so much pressure and pain Niggas can't maintain cause on the streets they got bustas scandalous Now you a killin' apparatus nigga come now, Vow to stay a hog till the day I die While busta niggas wanna try, This highdolla gangbangin' Chorus (2x) |
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